Page 109 of Captive Bride

I slap her hard, again and again. And soon, I can tell that she wants me to find a rhythm, so I do.

I thrust into her, and she’s soon begging for more. It’s exactly what I needed to hear to finish her off.

“Tristan, please fuck me harder.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, fuck, just do it. I’m gonna come.”

I plunge into her as deeply as I can, and I finger her clit all at the same time.

I feel the build-up of both our energies as the hot waves of pleasure begin to rise in each of us. I can’t hold back another fucking second.

“Come with me, baby, my little slut. Let Daddy feel you come so hard.”

“Yes, sir. I want to so badly.”

“Just let it go, my Capulet princess.”

She does. And I do, too.

We explode together.

I swear, I see stars. The world ceases to exist and all I can feel is being inside of my treasure. I slam into her over and over again until there’s nothing left.

My essence is streaming out of her, sliding down, and mingling with her own juices. Who would’ve thought a Capulet and Montague could make such magic?

I fall on the bed next to her and scoop her up in my arms. I hold her tightly for the entire night, my body wrapped around hers.

She’ll never escape me or run ever again.

I force her to be in the moment, no matter how intense it may be.

I’m strong enough to keep her there, in the intensity of it all, and I’m strong enough to catch her as she falls deeper in love with me every day.

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